Ser Davos Seaworth had seen a lot in his time. He was a smuggler after all. And smugglers see everything one could possibly believe. But one thing Ser Davos Seaworth never thought he would see was a bastard with brains and no idea how to use them.
Gendry was a smart lad. Davos knew this. Otherwise the boy wouldn't have survived for so long. But there were still times where the older man questioned the young lad's common sense.
Had he not just said that the king had a lot on his mind?
Had he not just said don't tell the king who you are?
Had he literally not just told Gendry, two seconds ago as they were walking towards the Dragonglass cave, that the King in the North DID NOT need to be concerned about harboring the bastard of a dead king?
Davos knew he did. Davos had heard himself tell Gendry all of these things. He even came up with a believable backstory for the lad and an explanation as to why he was there!
The raven haired Baratheon bastard had even said that he understood. He agreed to be Clovis: a smith who came to pay his respects before heading off to work at the Winterfell forges.
Yet what did this black haired bastard dumbass do but ignore every single word that came out of Davos' mouth and start spouting out the truth to Jon Snow…the fucking King in the fucking North, a man who could give the order to kill the young lad just for his parentage.
Not that Jon Snow would…he is Ned Stark's son after all…well bastard son.
You would think the lad would want to go to Winterfell. Be as far away from King's Landing as possible. Seven hells, if the Gods were good and Arya Stark was still alive she would most definitely end up in Winterfell eventually. Wouldn't Gendry want to see his old companion again after all these years and near death experiences?
Davos glanced back and forth between the two dark haired men as Gendry stupidly sprouted off truth after truth. Jon Snow looked at him for an explanation but all Davos could say in reply was, "He was supposed to keep that to himself."
"Our father's trusted each other. Why shouldn't we?" Gendry asked the king.
Don't push it lad, Davos thought to himself as his nerves and frustrations grew.
Then the king, of course, had to make a comment about the late King Robert's weight in comparison to the lean blacksmith.
Gods be good don't say a damn thing Gendry. Davos mentally begged.
"And you're a lot shorter."
Seven hells Gendry! After all this time are you trying to get yourself killed? You survived the Red Witch just to be killed for a joke. Seven hells lad! I am too old for this nonsense.
It wasn't until the King in the North let out a small chuckle that Davos released the breath he didn't realize he was holding.
These young fools will be the death of me. Davos thought to himself with an exasperated shake of his balding head.